Yesterday, I went to HI-Vancouver on Jericho Beach and we welcomed the Israel-Palestine United Co-ed team to our VISF. We didn’t speak the same language, but we played the same game and shared the same smile. (Kudos to them for that energy just after 14 hours of flight. Plus, they were very good football players.) I met some travellers at the hostel.
Today, while I was on Main St. for the Car Free Day festivities and checking out the clock, I suddenly realized it was exactly a year ago this time I was on the plane across the Atlantic. Then, a few blocks later, I met a photographer selling her works. I randomly asked her about one photo she took that reminded me something and she told me it was taken in Naples. So we started talking about our travel experience in that spooky city for a while.
Ahh... that travel bug starts getting itchy again...
